Post by Morgan Pendragon on Oct 2, 2009 21:34:04 GMT -5
Of all the days to have forgotten her bag, why did it have to be today?
Still, Morgan had her wand out, casting an accio, and from the direction of Ravenclaw tower, her satchel came, flying towards her. There, that was better. She tucked her papers inside, and took out her first aid kit. It seemed Andrew didn't really want to hospital wing? Maybe hospitals made him nervous. That wasn't so odd, but still, she had better check on him.
She slipped into the closet behind him. "You'd rather be patched up here than in a proper hospital? Well, each to his own, I guess. Hold still." She put on her spy-inside goggles. Broken clavicle. She 'tsked' softly, under her breath. This wasn't half as bad as the time Felix jumped out of the astronomy tower.
"Here, drink this." She handed him a collapsible tin cup with a little of her tweaked Skele-Grow formula in it. That should have everything mended in a trice. "It doesn't taste great," she warned, "But, it will get the job done." Then she peeled the goggles off, and broke out the dittany and murtlap fusion. "This is for any scars or contusions you might have," she explained, as she began administering it with a soft, white, cotton handkerchief.
Post by Andrew Poleyn on Oct 2, 2009 22:53:47 GMT -5
"Well, with my particular skill set...there aren't too many jobs out there for me. Even the ones I can get...well, I want something not boring." He sighed, which hurt, but not too bad. "If there was any call for it and I had the connections, I'd be a hired adventurer; go to exotic places, solve tricky problems with an obscure spell I learned, come back and get paid bonus money. Live on that, save some of it...then hire out onto another adventure."
He changed tack a bit. "So if I'm out in the middle of Estonia and I break something or dash through a grove of Fanged Geraniums and trip over a log and twist an ankle, I wanna be able to keep going instead of having to abandon the job." He smiled. "Change a detail or two about the thing and a few years down the road I run a full-service rare potion shop and grab ingredients from different places myself."
Holy crap. She knows what she's up to, was the only real thought Andrew had aside from BLECH THIS SKELEGRO STUFF IS POSITIVELY DISGUSTING AND REPULSIVE AND MAKES ME WANT TO RETCH. "You weren't," his eyes bulged a bit as he forced the contents of his stomach back down, "kidding about the taste of that stuff."
He peeled back the top button of his shirt, let Morgan get a better reach at the potentially injured spots with the salve she had. Hey, this is nice. I should...find ways of not breaking bones but ending up hurt so this can happen more often. Painless ways of getting hurt? Not possible. But worthwhile ways of getting hurt can happen at any time. "It get current things only or does that get old scars too?" he questioned, curious about it.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Oct 3, 2009 12:41:30 GMT -5
Ashelle apparently held the door in vain. As soon as her patient entered it, he disappeared into a closet with her best friend. If Ashelle's face had been made digital right then it would have looked like this; O.o Was it just her or was Morgan getting a little to familiar with every single boy her age who crossed her path?
The girl shook her head than was no way for a pureblood to act and no way to find a true love, period. Still it was none of her business. And besides Morgan certainly had ammunition she could throw at Ashelle if Ashelle braught up the Triad Ideal. Better to just stay quiet and keep walking.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Oct 3, 2009 21:58:49 GMT -5
Ashelle could think what she liked, but Morgan was not about to let an injured student walk around hurt. If he wouldn't go to the hospital, the hospital would just have to come to him. After all, even if Andrew wasn't in her house, her position as Prefect made her responsible if she saw a student in need.
She nodded at his explanation. "I suppose that makes sense, but if you're going to be doing work that dangerous, you ought to have a partner, in case you get knocked out or something. You should also do some research into medical magic." She continued dabbing, treating this new exposure of skin with all the clinical professionalism of a trained Healer.
"Oh, dittany and murtlap will help with old scars too," she answered, happy to inform. "Makes them less noticeable, but it won't get rid of them completely, and it only works on spell-inflicted damage when it's fresh." She herself had a rather impressive scar of her own on her back. Luckily, most of her wardrobe was conservative in style, if not color, and her back was kept mostly covered up.
"So, this special potion shop business you have planned, have you got any training for it?"
Post by Andrew Poleyn on Oct 3, 2009 23:07:00 GMT -5
Andrew noticed that the other girl seemed to walk off. Something going on here I don't know about. They're friends, obviously...maybe some kind of nonaggression treaty in terms of 'discipline'? "Part of the reason why I'm here. Looking for a partner for the business. 'Partner should be suited to Adventure, Excitement...achieve an Outstanding mark in Potions and Herbology...Aptitude for healing magic a must. Ability to notice things I miss critical. I am highly proficient in potions, herbology, and am seeking same.' I'd put up signs but I prefer to meet people in person. You don't want to know what happened when I put that in Wiz List." An involuntary shudder ran through him. Yes. Dittany and murtlap together are pretty darn potent for healing. They also allow us to get into some interesting--
It was then that a second involuntary shudder ran through him and his skin went bright red where it had been treated with the murtlap. "Son of a..." Andrew didn't get to finish, as the treated areas began to twitch. This included the still-mending clavicle. He grit his teeth and grunted with pain, bringing his other arm to try to brace it. We never had any murtlap in the house. Why was that? I never figured it out... Then the twitching increased and the grunting became a teeth-clenched release of breath. "Never had murtlap growing up." He caught a breath, hissed a bit of it out in pain. "Think this might be why."
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Oct 5, 2009 23:12:10 GMT -5
She smiled as he talked. His little 'Help Wanted' spiel was adorable. Still, she had her work to to, and kept right on doing it. Once she got to know him a little better, decide that maybe he wasn't as bat-crazy as Felix, maybe she'd submit her resume. Until then, she wouldn't mind patching him up when kneazles knocked him down the front steps.
She was just packing her first aid kit up, when she noticed his reaction to the murtlap. Good Lord! She'd poisoned him!
"Andrew, hold still," she said, gently, but firmly taking his shoulders in an attempt to keep him still. "I'm sorry if you're in pain, Andrew. I need to keep you still, until I can fix this. Concentrate on keeping still, okay?"
She tried to lay him down on the couch he'd been sitting on, and unbuttoned his shirt so she could work on the area. She fetched a cup out of her satchel. "Aquamenti." She began washing the affected areas. Unlike her usual self, she was not shy or embarrassed about the fact that a shirtless boy was before her. She put the thought away, as she focused on being professional.
"I'm so sorry, Andrew," she apologized again as she worked. "I wish you had told me you were allergic to murtlap, I would have used something else, instead. There was a raised, red patch on his forehead, so she moved to rinse it, while still using her free hand to try and keep him still.
Post by Andrew Poleyn on Oct 6, 2009 0:16:22 GMT -5
"If...I could keep still--nnhggrhngn--I would." It wasn't a whimper of pain or a grunt or a shout...too quiet for a shout, too high pitched for a grunt, but too low for a whimper. "None of this tickles, y'know." He gritted his teeth and tried to hold still. The spasms continued, as Andrew struggled to control his movements. He nearly had control...and then he was wracked with the spasms again, one of them sending the cup up into the air.
The washing was nice, though. Too bad the cup went flying. "Didn't know. It just came to mind...now." He tried to fight off the spasms...succeeded this time. "That would explain it, though, why I got taught...Episkey...and the like instead of murtlap."
Paul was on his way out he wanted to fly a few laps on his broom, a Firebolt, that he had in his hand. He also had his Hufflepuff Quiddtich Team robe rolled up under the arm that was holding the broom. and he was dressed in his usual black and yellow school robes.
He to the steps when he heard some strange noises coming from a nearby broom closet. He stopped and listened for a minute before he was sure he was hearing voices. Okay, now he was curious. he made his way to the closed door stopped and looked around then he opened it.
He found a Gryffindor boy laying under a Ravenclaw girl. He didn't quite recognize the boy but he did know who the girl was, not that they had ever met personally. He recognized her as the Captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. And seeing the badge on her chest to him she was also their female prefect.
The whole thing was making him confused. the boy looked a little scuffed up. A few things came to mind. First the two where together and they where hiding their affection but that didn't seem likely why would a prefect do something like that but then an other more plausible thought came to mind. The Gryffindor had dragged the Ravenclaw into the closet and the Girl, who was stronger for being a quidditch player, and smarter, being a Ravenclaw had gotten the upper hand. Though he wasn't quite sure why a virtuous Gryffindor would be up to something like that he wasn't quite sure but he knew he would trust a fellow player and pa prefect before he trusted the other student.
He wished he could recall her name... "Um... is everything alright in here?" He asked waiting to see what would happen before he said anything judge mental
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Oct 9, 2009 8:14:27 GMT -5
Well, this was going to be interesting, wasn't it?
Morgan's stock reaction to things was to run away. It was part of who she was. She wasn't so much a coward as just socially inept. After all, you couldn't be a coward and play a sport where iron balls might just knock you off your broom and send you hurtling toward the ground.
the problem was, that while Morgan knew the rules for quidditch, no one had bothered to write a rulebook for what to do in Awkward Social Situations. Hmmm... Maybe she should ask Sparky about that? Later.
Right now, she was stuck. Part of her (a big part) wanted very, very, badly to flee the closet, scamper up to the Ravie common room, and never even look at Andrew or this other boy again. However, Andrew was still injured, and it was at least partly her fault. She couldn't leave until this allergic reaction, or whatever it was, stopped.
She took a deep breath to steady herself. Strangely, there was a strong suggestion of vanilla and lavender and a hint of new parchment. Had her bag toppled over? She looked.
Yep. Her bag had some how been knocked open. She hoped her bath oils hadn't spilled much.
Now was not the time to worry, though. She was more or less sitting upon an injured, twitching boy, while another boy stood in the doorway.
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